As I came out of le metro, on my way home from work yesterday, I heard the sound of a typewriter. As I looked to see where it was coming from, I saw a young man sitting at a fold-away table, he’d stopped typing as a man came to sit beside him and appeared to chat. In front of him it said ” Give me a theme, I’ll write you a poem”.
So I asked him for a poem on Hope. He smiled, told me to come back an hour later. When I returned, he read out then handed me this beautiful poem:
A poem on hope by Antoine Berard